Submitted by ub on Fri, 08/23/2019 - 08:01

Thank God for its Friday and it could not have arrived any sooner. What a week, what a month, what a year, what a strange trip its been.

A weird week of poor presidential performance which was unusually madcap, manic, and its not going to get any better soon. As the whole world is watching with a collective OMG - WTF - TGIF.

I once met a minstrel named Jerry who spoke about life in a hurry. Garcia was an American singer-songwriter and guitarist, best known for his work as the lead guitarist and as a vocalist with the band the Grateful Dead, which came to prominence during the counterculture era in the 1960s. He said...

Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
Dallas got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans,
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.
Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me,
Other times I can barely see.
Lately, it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.
Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowlin' pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no.
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel,
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me,
Other times I can barely see.
Lately, it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.
Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa, baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jerome J. Garcia / Philip Lesh / Robert C. Hunter / Robert Hall Weir
Truckin' lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group